Disclaimer: Twilight = not mine. But the MHA will always be mine. Always.

A/N: It's here people. I love you all. I'm excited about my new stories, but it's hard saying goodbye to IEWIS Land. More on that later...

Happy IEWIS Land wedding day to Bella and Edward! I got the chapter up on the actual date of the wedding. I love it.

We're going out in style :)

Chapter 27 - The End.

BPOV

October 6th.

The day I wed Edward Cullen.

Nervous was not something I was feeling.

Ecstatic was more like it. Or exactly like it.

I was freaking ecstatic.

That's why I found myself jumping on the bed and throwing the shimmy with Alice and Rose while we hung out in Carmen's elegant guest room that was serving as my getting ready to marry Edward room.

We were in our dresses, sure, the wedding began in under and hour. That didn't matter. We were giddy and excited and just us, the girls. My dress was perfect for me, thanks to the more experienced eyes of my friends and my need for comfort. It was floor length, and very flow-y. Alice has told me repeatedly that it's chiffon and satin. A soft ivory color with champagne trimming, with a pleated bodice and a classic empire seam. Strapless, of course. When I had my first fitting Rosalie said that I had nice shoulders, so I was very pleased with the strapless look. For some reason wearing the dress and getting a compliment like that from ex-model Rosalie made me feel really good about myself. Being a bride is odd.

No matter what description of my dress Alice had me memorize, the dress was simply pretty and perfect in my eyes. That's how I explained it to my mom the first time she asked about it, and then Edward when he asked later that same day. Only one of them had been satisfied with my answer.

The sounds of Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean" ended and before I even had time to catch my breath Rose and Alice were pulling me off of the bed and over to the vanity mirror.

"Silly us, we messed up your hair," Alice mockingly chided herself and Rosalie.

Alice pointed at me then at the chair in front of the mirror, indicating in her classic way that the chair was where she wanted me to be.

I sat obediently, smiling the whole time because I was just too freaking happy not to.

Alice took her place behind me and started re-fluffing the massive amounts of curls she'd created only 20 minutes prior. I was excited about my curls. Edward had no idea I was wearing my hair down and curly, his favorite way, because I was stealthy and I tricked him earlier in the week when I told him I had to wear my hair up to be more "wedding appropriate". I was almost disappointed how easily he believed me. The man should have known by that point that I had no qualms over disobeying any proper wedding rules. We were all going to be barefoot during the whole ceremony, for one. For two, we actually gave in to our humor and were having a pina colada fountain, and for three... well, it was me and him. We never did most things normal.

Rosalie sat down on the floor next to me and rested her head against my leg as she idly played with the fabric of her dress. Her and Alice were in simple bridesmaid dresses that weren't too unlike my own. They were strapless and full length as well. Chiffon without the satin trim. They too had the empire seam, Alice informed me, but instead of the neckline going straight across their chest like mine the top of their dresses were heart shaped. Sweetheart cut? I think that's what Alice called it. I was too busy hugging her and telling her she was a genius when she first showed them to me. She'd thrown them together in 2 weeks time after we'd found my dress, and they were more beautiful than any thing I'd imagined or looked at before she presented them to me. And they were maroon, our decided wedding color, so they were perfect as well.

"I'm almost a Cullen," I laughed to myself, giddy with the thought.

"Welcome to the club," Rosalie laughed with me. "You're bringing up the rear in style."

"Do you guys have any advice for me?" I asked, looking back and forth between the two of them and getting my chin thrusted back towards the mirror when Alice got aggrivated by my moving head interrupting her hair fixing.

"You don't need advice, woman. You have a masters degree in the art of Edward," Alice giggled.

"That's true but I'm not talking about Edward advice. I know I don't need that. I'm talking about marriage advice in general. Come on ladies! Dish."

My hopefull looks did nothing. They both sort of stared at me with blank expressions.

"I got nuthin'," Rose shrugged.

"Don't slip him the tounge in front of your dad today?" Alice offered meekly, shrugging also.

"I'm about to be a wife in... 22 minutes... and neither of you who have walked the path before me are going to advise me?"

"What do you want us to say? You're going to be a great wife, Bella. If we can do it, so can you. Simple as that," Alice said with a soft smile.

"I'm still not convinced I'm that any good at my wifely duties," Rosalie sighed, resting her head against my leg again. "Well, except the bedroom ones," she amended in a deeper voice.

Uh-oh. Not where I wanted to go with this conversation.

I felt it coming before it even really came.

"No," I said, shaking my head at Alice's wide eyes that were staring at me through the mirror, and Rosalie who had suddenly lifted her head from my leg again and was now smirking at me.

I shook my head harder.

"No-"

"Bella needs sex advice!" Alice squealed, giggling all the way through her words.

"Bella does not need anything of the sort," I protested as I felt my cheeks flood their classic red.

"Tonight's the night! I almost forgot!" Rosalie cheered. She was now on her knees beside my chair. Smiling sinfully.

"Ok, you guys win! I don't need any advice, sexual or otherwise. Please stop now. I'll be fine...later tonight. When all the sex starts."

Dear Lord I was having sex with Edward... tonight. Tonight. This night. The one that was only a few hours away.

"Worried about feasting on Mr. Pretzel, are you?" Rosalie asked with that same devil smile as she studied my now near-panicked expression.

"Mr. Pretzel is not it's name, Rosalie," Alice chided. "It's just The Pretzel. More like a title. Like how that wrestler-turned-actor is just The Rock."

"Mr. Pretzel's going to rock tonight-" Rosalie started joking before I felt like my face was going to explode with heat and I had to stop her from continuing.

"Enough! I can't... have this conversation. I'm excited about... tonight. I mean, it's Edward and he's more attractive than anything or anyone I've ever seen, ever. And I love him, so yeah. I'm excited to do it, or whatever... But geeze... I can't talk about it. It's not... I can't... I'm so-"

"Bella, settle down," Rosalie laughed as Alice handed me a cup of water that she made appear out of nowhere.

"We were just teasing you. Dang," Alice laughed. "No more sexy talk for you."

We sat there in awkward silence as I sipped the water a little bit and re-regulated my breathing.

Then out of nowhere we were laughing. I sort of just freaked out about having sex with my new husband and it was funny.

"So you honestly don't have any real advice for me?" I asked carefully as I set the water cup down and finished laughing at myself.

"Nothing really changes," Alice reiterated with another shrug.

"Except, ok, he might get all 'I'm the man of the house' on you, but you can shut that crap down," Rosalie said, chuckling.

"There was that one time Jasper thought it was ok to just go out after work and not tell me about it. I was home, worried, waiting to have dinner with my husband, and he was at Big Wangs having chicken wings with the boys from work. He didn't even invite me! I love the boys from work," Alice pouted.

"And the chicken wings," I added under my breath, because she does love Big Wangs' chicken wings.

"A few months ago Emmett bought a refrigerator with a TV on it," Rosalie deadpanned.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Beats me. He said something about cooking shows and football. Then I said something about us having a perfectly good refrigerator already and him not getting any sex if he didn't take it back, and the whole thing was resolved."

Her evil Rosalie smile was back and this time it was amusing to me. Poor Emmett. Knowing him, he probably honestly thought it was a good idea and didn't see how a surprise gift of a TV fridge wouldn't go over well.

"The worst Edward would do is bring home a baby grand," Alice said, patting my shoulder. "So have fun with that."

She winked at me and I laughed.

"Bella?!"

"Here we go," I sighed as Alice, Rose, and I jumped at the sound of my mother's frantic voice.

Esme had taken Renee downstairs to meet and greet a few people about 30 minutes ago, mostly just to keep her away from me. I love my mother a lot, but she was sort of freaking out all morning and afternoon. And by freaking out I mean crying and telling stories of 5-10 year old Bella, then asking Esme for the same kind of stories about Edward.

"In here mom," I yelled even though the door to the room was already being pushed open.

"Oh baby, you are just too beautiful for words," she said as she crossed the room and hugged me for the quabillionth time.

"Thank you, mom."

I hugged her and loved her, and before I could really appreciate being hugged that tightly by my mother Esme was gently saying, "it's time to go downstairs now Bella."

I looked up and nodded, soaking up my soon-to-be-official-mother-in-law's radiant smile.

Esme and Renee left the room to take their seats outside, leaving Alice, Rose and I a few more small moments.

When Alice started tearing up I almost lost it.

"Alice, stop, no!" I begged, shaking my head at her.

"I can't help it. It's you and Edward...." she said with a small gasp.

I looked to Rosalie for help but she was no better. I felt more moisture build in my eyes and gave her a solid "not you too" look.

"Oh hell, it's you and Edward, just like Alice said. You're like the babies of our group... becoming all grown up."

We all chuckled a little, wiped our eyes a little, then I took both of their hands and took one deep breath.

"Thank you for being here today you guys. You are my very best friends, my sisters, and I love you. Thank you."

Alice sniffled and hugged me, repeating words of love and adoration as Rosalie rested her cheek on the tops of our heads and nodded along.

"Enough of this girly crap. You have a Cullen downstairs to claim, woman!" Rose cheered, turning me and pushing me through the doorway.

Alice bounced next to me the entire way down the stairs, and by the time we reached the dining room that opened up to the backyard where the ceremony was moments away from taking place I was near tears again, but for entirely different reasons than upstairs.

The next few things went by in a blur.

I was handed my flowers.

I was ushered to the doorway.

I took my father's arm and he smiled down to me. Told me he loved me. Said something about Edward being a solid kind of guy.

I watched Alice walk down the aisle.

Then Rosalie.

Then, almost too soon and entirely too late, because I've known I was meant to be his somewhere inside of me from the first moment I saw him, I was standing 30 feet away from my Edward.

I took my first step towards him and everyone else disappeared.

It was just he and I. Just myself and the boy that I loved impossibly for what could have been forever. He was standing there, smiling at me the very same way he always used to when he'd hand me his cell phone right before a show. His eyes were as bright as the night he made me dance with him in my old living room, to the sounds of Damien Rice and my heart being put back together, still in his hands. He was the person that held me when I cried over him and couldn't tell him I loved him, then laughed with me and kissed me when I could.

He was my closest friend and the best person I'd ever know, and why the hell was I walking so slowly towards him when all I'll ever be doing in my heart is sprinting towards him?

When I finally reached him I blindly handed my simple bouquet behind me to either Alice or Rose, I'm not sure, just so I could take Edward's hands in mine.

As the last chord of the wedding march finished it's sound he leaned in towards me and whispered, "I thought my heart stopped when I saw you. You are so beautiful."

I smiled, pinked in the cheeks, and whispered back, "You don't have to charm me anymore, Cullen. I'm marrying you right now."

We both chuckled lowly, privately, and I didn't even realize I was crying happy tears until he reached up and wiped one away.

The pastor doing our ceremony was Angela's father, which was nice. He was somewhat a family friend, and he really understood the casual feel we were going for. The boys weren't even wearing ties, just dress shirts, suit jackets and slacks, so he wasn't all decked out either, and gratefully that feeling bled over into how he conducted the ceremony.

We exchanged rings and I loved having the completion of my wedding band wrapped around my finger next to my grandmother's ring. Edward beamed back, so happy to have a ring without rules on his hand, finally. When vow time arrived I almost chose to pass on mine because I was so excited to hear the song Edward wrote. True to his word a white baby grand piano had been transported to Carmen's backyard and he'd written a song for me in place of traditional vows.

I closed mine after saying all of the traditional, "my life changed when I met you" crap, that wasn't actually crap because it was true and honest.

He took a seat at the piano bench and I looped my arm through Rosalie's because my balance issues were at an all time high thanks to the high volume of emotions I had going on.

Edward placed his hands on the keys, then looked up into my eyes, straight into me, and began to play.

It was my lullaby, the one he wrote for my birthday, but a bit different, more soulful with a ballad flare and beautiful lyrics about a girl he met and loved in the city of angels.

It, just as many other things about this man and this day, was perfect. It was mine. It was making me cry all over again.

Edward stood up and walked back over to me once the song ended. I un-looped my arm from Rosalie's and practically jumped into his arms, not with any words for him, just all of my overwhelming emotions.

Pastor Webber cleared his throat a little bit, making everyone laugh lightly. I didn't let my arms unwrap from Edward's neck, nor did he unwrap his from my waist. He simply looked at the pastor and nodded once, then smiled down at me with those damn smoldering eyes that used to haunt me in my thoughts.

"Withtout further ado, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Edward, I can see that you want to very badly. Please kiss your bride."

His mouth met mine in a firm, warm kiss that I smiled all of the way through.

And with that, through all of the whoops and hollers of our friends and family as we kissed, we were finally Edward and Bella: husband and wife.

The reception was one of the best times of my life. My parents were so happy. So happy. Charlie even danced with Renee to a fast song. This was big stuff.

We did all of the traditional stuff, cutting the cake, smashing the cake on each other's faces, then the faces of our friends (set to the screams coming from tiny Alice about not getting any on the dresses). We threw the bouquet and the garter which were caught by Jessica and Mike, who looked oddly sheepish when we made them take a picture together with their prizes.

I danced with Carlisle and even Uncle Felix when he asked, though Emmett swooped in pretty quickly and pulled me away, mumbling something about Uncle Felix's new girl being paid by the hour. I danced with Charlie, of course, and he maybe almost cried, then I danced with Tyler but was pulled away from that dance by none other than my husband, Edward himself.

Our first official dance as husband and wife was to "Forever" by Jesse and the Rippers, and Edward sang it to me the whole time we moved around the small dance floor, just as he had the night he played it for me for the very first time in our fort.

When the fast songs came back on after the first dance Edward refused to let go of me, even when Rose, Alice, Jessica, and Angela came bouncing around asking to dance with me.

Not that I would have willingly gone with them anyway.

Edward's hands were everywhere while we danced. Followed rather closely by his eyes.

I liked it. A lot.

When Billy Idol's "Rebel Yell" came on I made a confused face towards his smirk. Of course the song is great and a whole bunch of fun, but I'd never heard it at a wedding before.

"I picked this one," Edward breathed into my ear. One of his arms wrapped around my back and pulled me closer to him while the other ran through the length of my hair. I knew he'd appreciate the curls.

"It's a good one. Not very wedding-esque, but I like it," I teased, tangling both of my hands in his usually messy strands.

"It's Bella and Edward appropriate," he chuckled before kissing right under my ear and driving me crazy. The hand on my back wandered lower, then to the side a little bit to caress my hip.

Just as I was about to question how, because surely I would remember any emotional or humorous tie we had to any song, he began singing the chorus to me.

"In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more. With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more. In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more. With a rebel yell, more, more, more. More, more, more!"

If you think it wasn't incredibly hot, with his hands all everywhere and his voice all low and throaty... you have another thing coming.

I was a puddle in his arms. The thing that pushed it over the edge was how thoughtful it was. The chorus very clearly held the chant of "more, more, more" we'd made our own within our relationship, and I'd never even realized it was such a huge part of this song before.

By the end of the song I was singing with him, extremely close to his mouth, and sticking my hands underneath his shirt.

Alice interrupted us, thankfully. Sort of.

"Hel-lo love birds. Here's the dealio. You two need to get it on because you haven't yet and Team Wait has officially met it's expiration date. It's finally your wedding night, you're getting freaky at your own reception, and Charlie's turning purple. What do you say you hit the road and finish finding the holy grail at your place?"

Edward nodded fiercely while I just blushed and got pulled along behind him after he took off for his jacket which he left on the back of his chair after dinner.

Leaving Carmen's house was difficult, to say the least. Edward did well pretending not to be in a giant, urgent hurry to get me to our apartment and defile me. I was getting nervous so I was working very hard to not let my voice, hands, or legs shake as we said goodbye to our guests.

The parents were the hardest to get through. Renee kept crying and hugging Edward. Charlie kept his hand protectively on my shoulder for about 2 minutes longer than necessary. Esme and Carlisle were confused about the itinerary for the next day, which involved a present opening brunch at Emmett and Rosalie's house with the whole family, Swans and Cullens alike.

Finally we broke free and made it outside where Em, Jazz, Rose and Alice were waiting next to Lola with very large, knowing smiles on their faces.

Of couse our bee-line to Lola was cut short when Edward stopped dead in his tracks three fourths of the way down the drive way.

"When did you do this?" he asked them, gesturing to Lola's windows, which were all written on.

"In the last 10 minutes," Jasper replied, tossing a white car paint marker in the air and then catching it with the same hand.

"We agreed on the cans hanging off of the back, traditional wedding style, but no writing," Edward said, honestly sounding confused. Also, slightly upset.

"But look, Edward, I wrote about The Pretzel!" Alice chirped happily, pointing to the window that was closest to her and Jasper.

I laughed. The window read "Time to find out how twisted The Pretzel really is".

"It's your wedding vehicle, Eddie! We had to vamp it up for you. Look, mine and Rosie's side says 'Welcome to the Sexiverse'. Because, you know. Soon you'll be welcome there."

He winked at us and Edward rolled his eyes. I clearly needed to get him back on track. My below my back missed his hands.

"Speaking of the Sexiverse... you need to choose your battles Edward. It's either Lola or me right now. Who's going to get your time and energy?"

It didn't even take him one second to snap out of it.

"Right. Sorry. Move people. The car looks fantastic, thank you. We're leaving."

He pulled me along with him to the passengers side, opened my door and then shut it promptly behind me. Within seconds his own door was open, he was in, and we were pulling away with the visions of our 4 friends jumping up and down in the drive way fading into nothing and our night burning into a very exciting something.

Edward was Speed Racer on the way home. Honestly, I feared for Lola's life just a little bit.

But when we got home,w hen we got to the sex part, he was the best kind of slow that's ever existed.

We'd moved past the slow removal of clothing. We'd proceeded under the covers, because we were new to this even if not to each other, and something about being physically in the bed felt romantic and right.

He was kissing me slowly on my neck and watching his hand, the hand with his wedding ring happily in place, trail along other parts of me.

"Edward," I whispered against his lips when he moved them to my mouth.

"Yes, love?" he asked, not removing his lips any, not slowing his hands any.

"I love you," I moaned, not intentionally sounding that way.

He let out a long breath against me, hot and heavy, then his face fell below my chin and kissed my skin in a trail down, down, down.

"I love you so much, Isabella Cullen. I love your heart, and your mind, and your skin."

I breathed heavily, not knowing what else to do and not currently able to respond vocally to him at that moment. Surprise, surprise. Edward Cullen was a natural at this physical thing.

When he started a trail back up my body my breaths deepened. We'd built it up, reached the moment we'd been waiting for for so long.

"I love that you're my wife. That you're mine," he moaned into my neck again, licking and sucking and being more aggressive than ever before. Making me feel things I'd never felt.

"I've always been yours Edward. Waiting for you to take my heart. And now the rest of me, too."

In the dim lighting my blush was easy to hide, but I know he still saw it when his dark, dark green eyes bore into me and studied my features as if he'd never seen them before. He captured my mouth with his own as he situated the rest of him into alignment with me, past a line we'd never crossed before.

"My Bella, I've loved you with my heart, my mind, and my soul for so long now. Finally, I'm going to love you with my body."

His nose drew a slow path along my jawline as my hands wound into his hair. I pulled his face closer to mine, his body closer, and nodded with a smile.

The rest of the night was beautiful and new. It was a long night of exploration and need and pleasure and love.

It was everything I'd been waiting for, every bit as worth the wait as I anticipated. Because he was mine, and I was his, and on the most sacred day of our lives together we gave each other the only thing we had to offer that hadn't been given to others first. It was right for us. It was incredible to find and learn this act together.

It was always going to keep us with each other, wanting more more more.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"You guys, no! This is crazy!"

I was yelling for no good reason, I knew that. They'd never listen to me.

We were all married, responsible adults, with real jobs and lives.

Yet here we were at the beach, skinny dipping.

"Come on Bellarina! The water's nice," Emmett yelled, splashing some of the dark liquid towards Alice and I.

We both backed up a bit even though we were already pretty soaked. That's what happens when your husbands are full grown children that can lift you easily and want you to go night swimming with them.

"I... no. I don't do things like this," I stated, shaking my head and backing up a few more feet.

"The ocean is icky," Alice yelled her protest towards Emmett's big form in the water.

"But you've already practically been in it once tonight, ladies. The creepy crawlies have already had their chance to infest you," my husband brilliantly pointed out.

He was already in the water, in the buff, happy and free. Edward turned in to Mr. Naked after our wedding night. Usually we weren't in public when it happened, but at home he'd become far more free in his clothing choices. The guy slept naked now, every night. Not that I'm complaining. I keep the window open so that when he gets cold he cuddles up to me. It usually doesn't end in cuddling.

I love being married.

"Seriously, Alice, there are about 700 trillion things swimming in one drop of sea water. You're already covered in ickiness. Get your naked, cute, little but in here."

Rosalie was all for the skinny dipping idea, too, clearly.

"Ewe, Jazzy, the ocean's gross," Alice whined.

It didn't stop Judas from entering the water, though.

"Alice! Where are you going?" I asked her as she walked further and further into the water.

"If Jasper is going to be covered in gross, microscopic ocean bugs then I can't escape them anyway. Might as well have some fun with it, right?"

She smiled at me and then produced her shirt from underneath the water, followed swiftly by the her pants and then her unmentionables.

"Come on, Bella. Get in. We can all be a big naked mess," she yelled at me, waving her little hand in my direction.

"You're mom's a big naked mess!" Emmett cheered, earning a high five from Rosalie and an eye roll from Jasper.

Once the joke commotion calmed all eyes were on me again.

"The cheese stands alone, love," Edward teased, winking at me.

"I hate you guys," I mumbled as I started unzipping the maroon hoodie and threw it towards the sand.

Emmett pumped his fist in the air as I dove under the water. I came up and shook the hair out of my eyes, then grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled up.

'Need any help," the velvet voice that still reached my insides asked from directly beside me.

"Sure," I smiled wickedly, holding my arms up so Edward could pull the garment up and out of the water for me.

I worked on shedding the rest of my clothing while he just floated close by, smirking at me and occasionally running a hand down my side under the water.

We swam around for a good amount of time, just enjoying the freedom and the pleasure of being together and doing something crazy. We were all extra giggly, probably due to the no clothing factor we weren't too used to having between us, but that made it extra fun. Most of us didn't get too close, but the darkness of the water at night really did hide everything pretty well. The boys raced and us girls did the thing where you put your head under water then flip your hair up and back so it looks like you have a wig on.

We decided to end the fun and games in the water when Emmett suggested chicken fights, "with girls on top!"

"Newlyweds, break it up over there," Emmett yelled, splashing water in our direction as we exited the water and Edward pulled me to him for one last searing, ocean kiss.

"I'm surprised we even got them to come out with us tonight," Alice giggled as Jasper wrapped her up in a towel.

"I know. They've been shacked up in that apartment for a whole month now," Rosalie added, wrapping her arms around Emmett's neck once he had his shorts back on, and her her sun dress. "I didn't know the kids had it in them."

"I knew it," Emmett proclaimed. "I've known since the beginning the Bellarina and Eddie would love the lovin'. They've always had so much spark."

He sat down in the sand, pulling Rosalie with him, and not long after Jasper, Alice, Edward, and myself followed suit.

We laughed a little bit about silly things as we sat in our circle in the sand. We listened to Emmett tell amusing stories from the restaurant, and caught each other up on our lives in general. It really had been about a month since the wedding and getting back to real life was crazy so we'd had little to no contact between all of us.

It didn't take very long to catch up. Rosalie was rediscovering herself after her breakdown about the fight and the inability to have a baby. She was becoming more and more disinterested in the modeling world and yearning for something more, she just didn't know what yet.

I was still at the theatre, happy and busy.

Edward painted boats.

We tried not to dwell on that, ever.

"I have some, um, exciting news," Alice said when Jasper informed us that things with his job weren't all that different either.

"Spill," Rosalie commanded.

I sunk myself further into Edward's chest as his maroon clad arms wrapped tighter around me. I watched Alice's expression waver between nervous and excited.

"Well, Crimson & Clover has been getting pretty great press, as you guys know. I have a few minor celebrity clients now. More fashion magazine mentions. Little things like that."

We all nodded along, smiling but growing apprehensive. She was clearly holding something back.

Jasper reached over and squeezed her hand before she continued with her announcement.

"It seems that I have an opportunity to open another store," she said with a smile. "In New York."

"New York? City?" Rosalie asked with an edge of hysteria. "You're going to have a shop in New York?"

"Seems so," Alice replied softly but happily.

Many congratulations were given, thank yous were received, then the inevitable hit.

The question that floated around all of our minds. What did this mean for the group?

"So... are you going to live there?" I braved up and asked when it grew silent.

"Well, not totally..." Alice began.

"How do you not totally live somewhere?" Emmett asked.

"She has to go out there for a few months, to oversee beginning production and the opening of the new shop. They want it to have the same feel as the shop here, but it will be a bit larger so Alice has a few more thing to go over during the reconstruction of the space," Jasper calmly informed us. "As it turns out my company has a few projects going on in New York as well, so transferring for me won't be an issue. There's no reason not to go. We leave in 3 weeks."

It was still kind of silent between us. The waves crashed and the wind blew by and we sat there as one unit, threatened with division once again.

"It's only for a few months?" I asked.

"Six. At the most," Alice confirmed.

More silence ensued. We'd just gotten everyone back, and happy, and married and together.

But it wasn't permanent. It was just life, creating another change for our family. Pretty minor compared to what we'd been through, actually.

"Well that's not that bad," Edward commented. "Six months goes by quickly. And it's only New York. It's not like you guys will be in Europe or anything. Though it does sound a bit selfish to just leave..."

He teasingly spoke the word "selfish" in a sing-song voice, and it broke everyone into soft laughter. We'd healed to the point of humor, so Rosalie reached over and kicked his foot with hers as she stuck her tongue out at him.

"So it's not that big of a deal? Right?" Alice asked nervously.

"Of course it's a big deal! You're getting a new store! It's a big, joyous, celebratory deal!" I cheered, needing to lift the mood of the group because we shouldn't be somber in times like these. We had good lives. Together.

"If you think one little cross country tryst from you is going to break up this," Rosalie said as she waved her hand around the small circle we'd formed, "you're delusional."

"Tru dat," Emmett teased, backing his wife's statement up. "If we can live in a van on tour together, like we did, we can stand to be separated."

"Forget the tour," Jasper scoffed. "If we can live in that tiny apartment 102 together for 2 weeks, like we did, then we can be separated. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Not living on top of each other."

"It wasn't that bad. If we hadn't lived together for those 2 weeks we might never have gotten the bathroom whiskey though," I pointed out. "That's when we found it."

"And the only reason we had to live together is because we were being separated due to the move back to Forks. So separation actually gave us one of our best memories," Edward said.

"The best part of that week was dancing on top of that hill to The Stones," Jasper offered. "That rocked. We have to work that out again. Free tickets to the Hollywood Bowl shows are just a car ride away," he chuckled.

"We need to play shows again," Edward said towards Jasper and Emmett.

"Those were some of my favorite times," I commented, nodding to Edward. "That and after the shows. The sing a longs. That felt like home."

"No sister, it's this," Emmett said, making the same waving motion around the circle with his hand like Rosalie did. "We haven't lost anything just because we do things a little differently. Those times were great, heck yes. But it's this. Right here. Right now. As long as the 6 of us live and breathe, we have it. This is what home feels like."

It was such a special moment between the 6 of us then. Immediately after the words left his mouth the mood changed. Still happy and free, but more deep and secure.

I sat in the middle of the beach in the southern part of California marveling at what a world I'd found here, with the people surrounding me.

We were each other's home, and passion, and support. Part of this was ours and would always be ours.

Because when all is said and done, that's all that matters, really. Where you keep your worth.

And through all of the elevators and the cheap demo cd's, the games of tag and the spy missions, the movies, the songs, the food fights, the barefoot formal parties, the Disneyland trips, the black hole days, the movie snacks, the halo games, the spoonfulls of sherbert, the waiting for phone calls, the nights in the bowl chair, the ruths and the berthas, the mystery of the bathroom whiskey, the maroon hoodies, the sexiverse talks, the grape toss tournaments, the forts, the band meetings, the long board lessons, the laundry room hang outs, the vegas weddings, the piano top proposals, the heart attack balls, the secret times, the naked five o'clocks and underwear midnights, the family feuds, the nights spent crying, the nights spent laughing, the nights spent drinking, and the nights spent just loving, we'd made the best home I ever could have dreamed of or asked for.

We'd formed something that would stand the test of time, and our emotions, and life obstacles, no matter where any of us moved to or sought after.

We we made it without even trying, without even knowing it was what we were looking for in the first place.

It started on an elevator, it grew in our hearts, but it would never end.

This world that we loved, we finally realized that is was ours for the taking.

Forever.

I'm emotional right now, I'm not even going to lie.

A few things:

1. Please don't yell at me for not doing a full blown B & E lemon. This story is rated T and I've always stated that it will remain rated T. I sort of wanted to create something that could hold a solid following without needing to produce a lemon. I hope, now that everything's said and done in IEWIS Land, that I have achieved that. I feel good about it.

2. I haven't been asked this very often, but it has come up. Maybe more people will notice it. I never named the Cullen's band. Everything sounded cheesy, so I left it open ended. If you have suggestions, send them my way because...

...we DO still have an epilogue coming! YAY! I may mention it in there, if I find a good name for the band.

The epilogue will probably not come any time soon, though. Finishing this story has been a huge task for me, something I've been working towards for a while, and I need to step away from IEWIS Land for a bit. I will give us all closure though. There's no way I can leave these characters hanging when I know what their futures are.

With that said, there will be no third installment. I have no stories left to tell of these characters! Growing into a family was the story I set out to tell, and tell it I have. Also, I don't write about children, so, no. No stories about them being parents or anything. Sorry. It's not my forte ;)

Lastly, most importantly:

THANK YOU

Each and every single one of you have made this the best experience ever for me. I can't thank you enough for your love and support. You all make me smile, widely.

So, for the last time during a real chapter in IEWIS Land, give it to me:

Hit or miss?

LOVE YOUS!!!

P.S. For those of you who've asked or told me I should - I have new stories started! They are both one chapter each as of now, and will be updated far more regularly now that MMM is over. You can find them on my profile :) Thanks loves!